I don’t know if she was in the nightclub (maybe she saw the photo in the paper) but whatever happened the story has that very real, very off-center, emotional core she’s famous for. I just about flipped when I read it, El Morocco — The Arabian Nights — hm. Kind of the opposite of:
Dear Mr. Gable,
I am writing this to you
and I hope that you will read it so you’ll know
My heart beats like a hammer
and I stutter and I stammer
every time I see you at the picture show.
I guess I’m just another fan of yours
and I thought I’d write and tell you so…